Tian Shu's lips twitched in amusement. "Brother Liang, I assure you, I do not have the luxury to toy with people."
One thousand years. It wasn't long in the grand tapestry of life, especially for someone of his cultivation, but Liang felt the weight of the concept. He had lived just over a millennium himself, and the idea of waiting another thousand years was unsettling, like watching time slip through his fingers like sand.
Then, a thought struck him. A contemplative expression crossed his face as he processed the implications once more.
Soon, a sense of acceptance washed over him. "Well, if that's the case, then I agree."
Tian Shu's face lit up with excitement as he reached into the folds of his dark robes and produced a sleek black jade slip.
He pressed it lightly to his forehead, channeling a surge of energy before extending it toward Liang.